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Jim Dayton

Who Was Wilber Thomas Dayton, Sr?

DFH Volume 1 Issue 13 Wilber was the patriarch of all the modern-day Daytons in our lineage.  Nearly all the people featured in this newsletter, and the subscription list for this newsletter, descend from him.  He was born October 30, 1870, on Hadley Hill, in Saratoga County, New York, to […]

John Dayton Memorial

DFH Volume 1 Issue 14 This weekend, May 25-26, the Paul Dayton family is meeting in Corinth for a memorial service and graveside committal for John Carter Dayton Sr., loving husband of Lori. To the extended family of John:  May God be with you and bless you today as you […]

The Mysterious Alexander White

DFH Volume 1 Issue 12 Until this article, we have focused our stories on the Dayton family and for no one older than Wilber and Jessie.  However, Alexander White’s life and death is so intriguing that what I know of it must be told.  I asked Chester, Wilber, Jr and Paul […]

Wilbur Vs. Wilber

I had seen my Grandpa Dayton’s name spelled Wilber and Wilbur, and it always confused me. Recently I set about to settle,once, and for all time, which way was right.  I wish I hadn’t.  Now I’m more confused than ever.  I remember my dad insisting that it was spelled Wilb(ur). […]

The Charles Alexander Dayton Family

DFH Volume 1 Issue 11 Much has already been written in previous publications of this newsletter about the Rev. Charles A. “Chop” Dayton, long-time pastor and administrator in the Wesleyan Methodist Church.  However very little has been written about the rest of his family.  Charles married Gladys MacDonald Feb 3, […]

The Apocalypse

DFH Volume 1 Issue 10 by Jim Dayton The scariest moment of my life was about 1958 near the height of the cold war with Russia (U.S.S.R.).  I was about 10 years old.  We used to have bomb drills at school, a getting-down-on-all-fours spell under our desks.  I guess the […]

The Rapture

DFH Volume 1 Issue 10 by Cammie Luckey When I lived in the Corinth parsonage, my parents were often away on church business at the time I should arrive home from the little K-1st brick school house on Main St.  I was no older than seven, probably six. It was […]